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The delicate throb continues, a bit more distant than before.
I wait and breathe and bend and break. I soften and break some more. So many others appear to have the golden ticket. Mine is drenched in daily sweat and clambering needs.
I loose myself of protection, give myself up for the constant full. I sink down with the dust. I laugh and gaze at all that resides on the floor. This, the ground of my child; the beginning of my matter and being.
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you speak what i understand deep down, sister. your words sing of so much understanding, so much release, so much life unbridled. i do love your voice, friend.
“life unbridled” … I love that.
Just me on a wild pony …
Thanks.
i really have missed you here, janae.
thanks, Rachel. <3
On Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 7:12 AM, janaecharlotte
there is no soul in a golden ticket, but daily sweat and clambering needs? drenched with it.
:: with you in that holy dust. ::
“I loose myself of protection, give myself up for the constant full. I sink down with the dust. I laugh and gaze at all that resides on the floor. This, the ground of my child; the beginning of my matter and being.” oh, Janae. breathtaking. so much love to you.
Tara, you are here, with me. Thank you. <3
Stopped in here once or twice in the last couple months, looked around and wondered if you were hanging out all quiet like somewhere. I think this piece comes from the quiet, or at least began there. Thanks for sharing.
indeed, a very quiet space. so much has been stirred and calmed, stirred and calmed. i appreciated your note of encouragement the other day, Robert. i took it to heart.
The others with their golden tickets, and we in the sweat and dust. … you sing my inmost heart. And yet, in there too, beside you on the floor where we are children and making glorious messes, is the understanding that this too is golden.
…this too is golden
I think I need this inked on me.
So glad we share this holy floor.
<3
I have missed you my lovely …. and have often had thoughts of you cross my heart
I too did not have the golden ticket…but it came later : ) in the bright and eager eyes of my two boys…
so good to “hear” your voice once again
many blessings to you J
love and light
ps wondering if you could shoot me off you mailing address…
So good to have your voice here again. Your words make me ache. “Give myself up for the constant full… the beginning of my matter and being.” Yes, yes, yes.
Oh, that ache.
I join you, you join me.